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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As night meandered, a deceitful descent, a sparrow's cry did beckon, the dark perils, of yet another mysterious presidio, of intrigue and macabre phantasm. There, amongst the massacring twilight, an omen of morbid sensation and forbidden temptations. The squalls of envy and hate, malice and its leviathan of undertow. The burdens of crucifixios and despair's hearkening victory through resurrection, Lucifer there, the inferno of seraphic spiral. As oceans of blood, at midnight billowed, like a blossoming of melancholic roses, there, amidst this unfathomable abyss, a wary passion lived. There, a lost soul, explored. The vessel in search. . . of desire, fulfillment, an embrace into nothingness. Truth. . . truth left, feeling empty. Enthralled within a scarlet setting, nostalgic waves pulsed, collapsed, tears then. There was no emotion, there, remorse crept along a distant shore. Tears again. . . a withering sun, phantasmagoria's rhetoric, and nothing more. Jaded silhouettes, now, within and without, this desolate setting, there, lost, meandering, time. . . stops. Death, stirs an ocean, swells erupt. The masquerades of madness, left to ponder. Death approached me again, was I already dead? As I lay, there, unconscious. . . awakening then, a renewal of my fascination, with Death.
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